Me and the wind are celebrating your lossMe and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tressMe and the wind are celebrating your lossMe and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever beShould ever be should ever be should ever

And when you lured me into your syrupAll I could think of was what a lovely way for me to goI never really realised that

Just like the struggling summer flies thatI was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow

Have I been such a foolHave I been sitting on your stoolWhile you cracked the whipWhile you cracked the whip

I danced imprisoned in your drumbeatYour tune of spring had me whirling like a mad marchMerry hareIt never really came to mind that

The strings of your instrument were strangling meInside their snare

Have I been such a foolHave I been sitting on your stoolWhile you held the hoopWhile you held the hoop

Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorwaysFreed from a love more like murderI should be singing but in liberationFeel like a ship with no rudder